The morning light had barely warmed their windows when both girls reached for their phones.

Koo lay sprawled across Taehyung’s massive bed, hair tangled, tits bare, thighs sore and sticky. She still had his cum leaking down her legs when she dialed Mimi.

Mimi, across town, was curled in Yoongi’s bed, her voice raw from moaning all night, her pussy still aching. When she saw Koo’s name light up her screen, she answered with a breathless giggle.

“Well?” Koo asked, her pouty lips curling into a sly smile. “Tell me everything.”

Mimi moaned just remembering. “Yoongi fucked me until I couldn’t breathe, babe. My throat is ruined. My pussy’s swollen. I swear he didn’t stop once.”

Koo squealed, squeezing her tits. “Fuck—Tae destroyed me too. He had me in every position. Daddy’s cock is so big—I couldn’t stop screaming.”

Both girls dissolved into filthy laughter, moaning just from bragging about their nights.

“We have to meet,” Mimi said. “I wanna tell you every detail face to face.”

Koo agreed instantly. “Tae’s place. Come tonight.”

That evening, Mimi dressed up slutty as ever—tiny skirt, no bra under her top—and Yoongi drove her over. He was calm, collected, but the heat in his eyes whenever he glanced at her said everything.

Taehyung opened the door shirtless, Koo clinging to his arm like his little prize. The moment their eyes met, both men smirked knowingly.

“Yoongi,” Taehyung greeted, voice deep. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you here.”

Yoongi chuckled, his hand sliding down Mimi’s waist. “Our daughters like keeping secrets, don’t they?”

The girls exchanged nervous but excited glances, their bodies buzzing.

Once inside, the men poured drinks and sat across from each other, the girls curled up proudly at their sides. For the first time, the unspoken words finally slipped out.

“She came to me dressed like a slut,” Taehyung said, stroking Koo’s thigh. “I should’ve pushed her away. But once I tasted her… I knew I couldn’t let go.”

Yoongi nodded, eyes burning as his hand squeezed Mimi’s ass. “Same. She tempted me, and now she’s mine. I don’t regret it.”

The air thickened with something raw, dangerous, but honest.

The girls couldn’t stop smiling—squeezing each other’s hands under the table, their hearts racing. They weren’t in trouble. They weren’t being taken away. Their daddies wanted them just as much as they wanted their daddies.

“It feels right,” Taehyung said at last. “Wrong to the world maybe, but right to us.”

“Exactly,” Yoongi agreed. “We’ll keep them spoiled, fucked, and ours. That’s all that matters.”

Mimi and Koo let out matching squeals of delight, throwing their arms around their daddies, kissing their cheeks, whispering thanks with their soft lips brushing skin.

And in that living room, something shifted. It wasn’t just fucking anymore. It was possession. It was obsession.

It was the start of something much darker—and so much sweeter.